My job was to scan inventory in different departments, and (possibly) catch any miscounts on the part of the department managers when they counted their inventory. It was dealing with Loss Prevention, so it led me to working more with them, which is where I met--I'll call her--"Stacey Parks." I also worked with a woman who I'll call "Norah."
If I remember correctly, she was the supervisor of Loss Prevention, a man hating bitch, in my opinion. I remember an employee once told me that she didn't trust her, and that she came off like a snake. Well, this was prior to me finding out that she is a fucking snake. I guess upper management was coming down on them, and like most negroes do, they will throw you under the bus to save their own asses.
I was busting my ass, finding miscounts in departments and correcting the counts. However, I needed someone in management to finalize everything, which was like pulling teeth to get them to do, so there were days when the counts weren't officially finalized, despite my work.
Another downside to the job was there were days when things were slow, and yes, I would stop and speak to people, but I still did my job. Getting back to what I said earlier, I was busting my ass, only for this bitch to tell me I need to put "some pep in my step." On a side note, that was one thing I could not stand was when I'm putting in more work than the people around me, but I'm being told I need to work quicker. I think it's get the ones who were actually working to cover for the ones who weren't doing shit instead of telling the ones who weren't doing shit to do their jobs.
Stacey told me one day that--I'll call her "Christie"--was turning in more numbers than me, which I disagreed. The Philadelphia Cream Cheese face bitch did this shit again when she coached me (basically a verbal warning), and I told her in different words she was full of shit because Christie was barely able to get anything done because management was constantly pulling her to do other projects. Still, the bitch insisted that she was turning in more numbers. Like I said, I just think she hated men--men of my ethnicity in particular. As a matter of fact, from my understanding, that was how she got fired, threatening a manager, who was a "Black" man. Yes, she is or was married, I don't keep up with folks like that, but with women like her, I'm almost certain that guy was someone she could run over.
Want to hear something funny? Christie herself said that her turning more numbers than me was impossible because she barely had an opportunity to scan anything. Why? Because she was constantly being pulled by management to do other projects! This is to point out that what I'm saying is true, and I'm not "playing the victim."
Actually, this brings me to another situation. Speaking of always being pulled by management for other projects--I know the feeling because it happened to me often, especially before I became an Inventory Associate--there was a Scooby-Doo looking bitch named--it was either Carmelita or Carmenlita, I forgot, either way, it was a fucked up name--but I'll call her "Carmella."
I couldn't stand that tar baby bitch. I'm far from light-skinned, but she's darker than I am. She had no idea how close she was to getting her ass laid out--on several occasions. For whatever reason, most people seem to equate someone being quiet and laid-back with being weak, and it's not the same thing--far from it. One day, she mentioned how quiet I was, and because of what I just said, I knew she going to call herself fucking with me.
Sure enough, the next day, she's trying to pull me to do something, and I'm telling her what Norah told me concerning the Test Scanners, but she wants to try to impose her will, and I wasn't having it. This happened several times with her. One time, she asked me to do something, and as I went to go do what she asked, well, I stopped moving the cart anyway, but I happened to noticed her little dark ass hand on the cart. I looked at the cart, then at this bitch thinking, I hope you don't think your little ass hand is stopping me from moving this cart.
If she couldn't have her way, she would go get her white "massa," as if that was supposed to scare me or something. I remember thinking to myself one day, Since she wants to be these white folks' house nigger, may they run her into the ground and have her jumping through hoops. Well, from my understanding, one of the reasons she eventually left or at least left that store was because she was tired of, I'll call her "Channa," and her bullshit, in so many words. As I heard a man say recently, and I'm paraphrasing: "Payback is a bitch, only if you are."
Like I said, I'm not sure how long this series will go, but these were definitely two other situations that came to mind that I wanted to address.
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